Hobbes peeing in his crate on a towel and Jete, being so offended by the smell, crying mournfully, so much so that we thought it was her. Knowing she is a persnickity cat, we pulled over to figure it out, and discovered it was Hobbes, Hobbes who was perfectly happy to lay in his own pee. Right there is the difference between boys and girls.
In n Out. 'Nuf said.
Spending my life saving on gas. Which is extraordinarily expensive in Central California. Guess you have to pay extra to pump in that cow-scented air.
Picking hotels specifically with pools, knowing it would be buttfuckhot and not getting to swim in either.
Jete getting fed up and crying the last leg of the trip. The last 5 fucking hours. No wonder it was the only day we kept on schedule.
Sleeping each night the deepest I've slept in a long time. Driving is exhausting.
Lots of laughter. Lots of music.